Posted by Lisa
I’ve mentioned movies in blog entries before. A few weeks ago, the movie Seabiscuit taught me about character and its role in advancing plot. Perhaps I can blame my recent interest in movies to my relocation north of Los Angeles. Have I been bitten by the movie bug? After all, in my old home of Massachusetts, radio stations interview sports figures, local politicians. Now, I tune into a radio station that interviews movie stars.
My son and I watched Big last night, starring Tom Hanks. It’s about a boy who wishes he were big; his dream comes true. He wakes up the next morning, an eleven or twelve-year-old in Tom Hanks' body. He got his wish.
I made a wish, too. Many times. I wished I could be a published author. If that happens, things will change. These things, for instance:
I will finally have real money; I will contribute more than a small part of the mortgage.
I will not feel guilty writing in a café, spending money on fancy coffee that costs over three dollars a cup. I will indulge in the Cheesecake Factory slices they sell for $4.95 at Barnes & Noble.
My husband will look at me in awe. He’ll tell me he knew it would happen, and I will know that isn’t true.
I will walk into a bookstore and see someone buy my book – I will love that moment.
I will never feel guilty about writing time again.
My children will tell friends their mother writes books. I will nod, humbly, “Yes, I do,” I will acknowledge.
I will accept the Newbery Medal with pride. (Okay, that’s above and beyond, I know).
But, like the movie Big, I know I must be careful what I wish for. Will being published change my world?
I’ll get back to you on that…
Except for the Newbery Medal, Lisa, your wishes are modest and "inner" personally gratifying... Sounds good to me. ;)
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